So I ascended to the cloud veiled heavens, tearing away my earthly failures, forgetting my wounds and my pain. This may have been a Taoist mountain but there was a man seeking the face of God there. I have lived for years in shadow kept darkness, longing for the chance to feel the Son again. Here, thousands of miles from my home and the people I love I found Him again, by no means does that mean I am a good man. On the contrary, it has taken me a journey across the world, into the mountains, and into the jaws of some of my deepest fears for me to realize how broken and poor I am. The red cloth you see represented on the chains are prayers, hopes, dreams. Things that people bring to the mountain to have fulfilled. Sadly they did not have one that was black so that I could leave a marker for the darkness that I left behind. I left sorrow, fear, hatred, and so many other foul things behind on North Peak that I didnt even realize it until my in depth work now.
It took many hours of walking but every step was worth it. Every moment to reflect, every second to realize that this life is not about me and that I cannot do everything by myself was worth it. I could return home now honestly in my heart but I know that I have more to do here. I think of you, my family and friends often and hope that your journeys lead you to places beautiful but I hope that you do not have to cleanse your mind, heart, and spirit like I. To ascend broken so that hope can be returned, may my return to you be without incident and may the same sun that shines on my face today, come to you tomorrow. Love to you my friends, brothers, and sisters.